| Yeah
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| You see all this ice, nigga, you see how we rockin'
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| CYN, nigga
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| I bust down in these Louies
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| I gotta chill, knockin' down all these groupies
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| I’m a Playboi Carti, hang around with the Uzi
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| You actin' like she yours but she down for my movie
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| I be pimpin', I ain’t worried 'bout no bitch crushin'
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| If I jump, they gon' jump, get this bitch jumpin'
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| Broke up with my Glock, got that bitch dumpin'
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| If I wear my money with my clothes, I can’t fit nothin'
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| Bands pokin', thirty Glock got my hand smokin'
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| If I’m up and catch a lick, I put my mans on it
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| I bring the bitches to the beach, put the sand on it
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| Treat that ass like a fur and put my hands on it
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| Yeah, uh, put my hands on it
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| If you twerkin' for a Birkin, put my bands on it
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| Dirty money, she gon' have to put a fan on it
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| Shawty duckin' from the flash, put the cam on it
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| Yeah, I go Super Saiyan on it
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| And she’s leavin' with me, you can plan on it
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| 'Cause the crib so big, you can land on it
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| And that shit got a beach, you can tan on it
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| What? |
| What? |
| And that’s facts
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| Cut her off, she mad, and that’s that
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| Four door garage, the whips black
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| Hoes wanna menáge, they bitch bad
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| Like I worked at WingStop, you see these pieces
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| This Cuban link sittin' up just like I got cleavage
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| Like an old bitch, let me put my teeth in
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| I can’t smile too hard 'cause my shit really blingin'
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| And if the head game right, I’m not leavin'
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| You bald-headed, if you can’t achieve it, bitch, weave it
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| These niggas want smoke but these niggas still tweet
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| This bitch got a nigga but this bitch still beakin'
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| I can’t fuck with a classy bitch, I tried it
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| I need a ratchet bitch that’s gon' suck dick and ride it
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| Girl, you want this dick, ain’t shit free, you gotta buy it
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| She Cash App and text back, ooh, you know I like it
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| I’m Superman 'cause these lil' niggas is my sidekick
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| I’m not sellin' swag but these niggas still buyin'
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| You not a boss, you just real good at lyin'
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| Singin' all my shit, you my fan and my hypeman
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| I bust down in these Louies
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| I gotta chill, knockin' down all these groupies
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| I’m a Playboi Carti, hang around with the Uzi
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| You actin' like she yours but she down for my movie
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| I be pimpin', I ain’t worried 'bout no bitch crushin'
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| If I jump, they gon' jump, get this bitch jumpin'
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| Broke up with my Glock, got that bitch dumpin'
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| If I wear my money with my clothes, I can’t fit nothin'
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| Bands pokin', thirty Glock got my hand smokin'
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| If I’m up and catch a lick, I put my mans on it
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| I bring the bitches to the beach, put the sand on it
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| Treat that ass like a fur and put my hands on it |